The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 129 The Fat Golden Dragon of the Indifferent Immortal Venerable 20
Zhang San thought he could be comforted.

However, unexpectedly, a problem arose.

Zhang San suddenly felt that crying was boring, and he wiped his tears with some choked up, and answered Lan Yao's words: "Yes. It's okay."

Lan Yao: "!!!"

If you say this, then I won’t be in a hurry for weapons!
Lan Yao grabbed Zhang San's shoulder, pinched Zhang San's shoulder with his left hand, and still held the square sword tightly with his right hand.

Obviously, Lan Yao wants both.

The light in his eyes was almost bursting out, it was too bright: "What method?"

Zhang San was caught off guard by Lan Yao and was a little stunned: "The solution is... just..."

Halfway through the conversation, there was no way to proceed.

Lan Yao was a little anxious: "What is the solution?"

Zhang San sniffed and lowered his head in thought.

In the blink of an eye, he thought of something, hit his fist on the palm of his hand, raised his head suddenly, and said in surprise: "I remembered!

The solution is a kind of grass! "

"Grass?" Lan Yao let go of Zhang San's hand, and squeezed the square sword tightly with both hands again.

Grass?
Why does this sound so plantlike and so...unsightly?

Why do you feel so unreliable?
Zhang San nodded affirmatively and said: "That's right! It's a kind of grass! I don't remember exactly what kind of grass it is...

Just remember that it has the ability to prevent the practitioner from backlash and harm, and it can untie the contract with the natal Excalibur.

However, the people in the alchemy room must know!
All the elders in the alchemy room went down to the peak to practice, and now the ones left...

Well...it seems that only one person has a high probability of knowing! "

"Who is who?" Lan Yao's emotions were ignited to the highest point.

Zhang San touched his lips and said, "Bai Shuang!"

Lan Yao nodded clearly.

He stroked his chin, thinking.

No wonder she always came to deliver medicine to Shangguan Yi during the few days when Shangguan Yi was in a coma. It turns out that she is so powerful!

Lan Yao's eyes were sparkling, and he suddenly had an inexplicable affection for Bai Shuang.

Bai Shuang, who was still staying on the high platform to watch the selection of disciples, suddenly felt a chill on his neck and something bad.

Lan Yao pulled Zhang San and asked several questions about Bai Shuang.

Seeing Feng Qingwu felt a little inexplicably upset.

Gee.

A kid, why did he suddenly become interested in a girl whose name was full of white lotus scent?
Feng Qingwu, who regarded Lan Yao as her silly brother, was not happy at first.

She was old-fashioned, and said in a childish voice: "Jin Yao, what are you doing? Don't you make square swords anymore?"

"Yes!" Before Lan Yao could react, Zhang San was the first to come to his senses.

He picked up his little book very excitedly, and said: "Young master, just wait, I'll go and refine this square sword right away!"

After saying that, he walked directly into the room regardless of Lan Yao's obstruction, looking impatient.

That expression, that demeanor made Feng Qingwu, who was a little confused, instantly understand everything.

Ha... I'm sorry, this Zhang San is just a different kind of genius who knows nothing and is only interested in refining weapons?
"You want to call me boss, boss!" Lan Yao turned around angrily, his eyes widening.

Feng Qingwu curled her lips and laughed: "Boss?"

"Yes!" Lan Yao stared at the little girl who was much shorter than him, feeling a little puzzled.

Why do you always feel that the younger brother has changed a lot?
Feng Qingwu snorted lightly, turned around, opened the door and left.

Such a coherent appearance of a big brother, such a heroic back view, made... Lan Yao was a little dazzled to think that he saw his father.

The door opened, and the cold wind outside instantly hit his face.

The cold wind is extremely abnormal.

Lan Yao regained consciousness in a daze and hurriedly chased him out.

The little girl is obviously a little bit small, but she walks like the wind blowing under her feet, without the slightest tiredness.

The always straight back and the always high head make her not like a child at all, but like a big brother who has gone through many battles.

Lan Yao swallowed slightly, feeling an extremely hot blood surging in his chest.

A "Father King" almost couldn't hold back and popped out of his throat.

It was the wind getting colder and colder in the air that made him stop it.

The gate is not far away, just a few steps away, Lan Yao is there.

As soon as he arrived not far away, he saw Shangguan Yi with an unusually cold face.

With such a cold face, it was as if someone had snatched his wife away.

Feng Qingwu opened her eyes and glanced at Shangguan Yi, then walked straight past him and sat on a big rock not far from here with an unburdened expression, pretending to be eating melon.

Lan Yao's eyes subconsciously followed the shadow of his father. Before he could reach Shangguan Yi, he was stopped.

"Xiao Yao." The extremely cold voice carried an indistinct anger.

"Ah?" Lan Yao froze in place, raised his head, and bumped into Shangguan Yi's dark eyes.

Shangguan Yi stopped emitting air-conditioning, but he stared at the object in Lan Yao's arms with great discomfort.

The branding tool made of rough black iron was held in a pair of thin white hands.

The colliding colors of one black and one white make people tremble unavoidably.

The contrast between black and white gives those extremely white hands a sadistic beauty.

Shangguan Yi didn't feel the slightest bit in that regard.

With a wave of his hand, Li Si, who was panicking in front of him, was instantly pushed to the other side by him.

This time, the crowd that stood between him and Lan Yao disappeared.

As for the square sword in Lan Yao's arms, he could see it more clearly.

Shangguan Yi stepped forward with a few big strides and stood still in front of Lan Yao.

Lan Yao tilted her head and looked at him, a little confused.

The little milk baby sitting on the stone, with a charming smile, crossed his arms with his arms folded, with an immature face, a sinister and twitching smile: "Tsk tsk tsk, now, I want to see what this little brat can do." manage."

Shangguan Yi lowered his head and hung it by his side. His hands hidden in his long robe were trembling slightly, and he was obviously extremely angry.

Shangguan Yi's cold, dark eyes were stained with anger.

With the feeling of gnashing his teeth, he said with a strong pronunciation: "Who taught you this thing?"

As if his own child had been led astray, Shangguan Yi felt a burning fire in his heart, wishing to pull out the guy who let Lan Yao know about this and give him a good beating.

"What?" Lan Yao was ignorant, a little confused.

The extremely cold voice sounded like ice water flowing on the bluestone road.

Although it was cold, it did not reduce his anger at all: "Who let you know about the thing in your hand?"

(End of this chapter)